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Me and My Appendix

I first became aware of my appendix during the fall of 1981 when I had my first born. I had previously had a scare with my appendix while I was carrying my child. My doctor advised me not to have them removed until I had delivered my child. He told me that since he was going to have to perform surgery on me, he could take my appendix out at that time.

I skated around that and assumed my appendix had been taken out. That was when I had issues again with an inflamed appendix. I argued back and forth with my new doctor. I assured him that I didn’t have an appendix, so it had to be something else. I had to have x-rays done. In my x-rays, I couldn’t believe it! There they were, so my new doctor gave me this pill and said, when you take this, you will either feel better or worse. I took it and it helped. Again, I thought I had been saved.

I didn’t have any problems with them until four years later when I became pregnant with my last child. This time was scarier than the first two episodes. I was right on the border. My doctor told me that if I had the procedure done at that time, I would abort my baby. My goodness, that wasn’t going to happen. So he put on some medicine that he said would either help me or it would make me feel like I was dying. He set a date to induce my baby a week earlier and had me enroll with the hospital sooner.

Well, my baby was not going to wait. I went into the hospital to have him the next day after my birthday, but instead, I had him on my birthday. This time when I had the C-section, my doctor, indeed took my appendix out. So I looked at it as a triple blessing, I had my son, he was healthy, and I didn’t have my appendix any longer. For me, the worst thing was nausea and bad pains on the left side, under my belly button. The pain cut through me like a knife, so sharp that it literally took my breath way.